pale pink petals and matching champagne
cold grey eyes and the pavement against feet
the soft skin of collarbones and your lips
you give me a doe-eyed look before blood begins to seep
through your shirt and onto my hands
where it stains my palms temporarily
and my mind permanently
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
lemon lavender & long nights
Puisiyou're lemon lavender and long nights [when the scent of lemon lavender was all that filled my head while talking to you those long summer nights] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.3 #38 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015-2016
